Those quiet men who always stand on piers asked where we were going and when we...– John Steinbeck, The Log from the Sea of Cortez (via amyrad)
Please hide from the kiss and the bite Shame burns...
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of...– Mercutio, Romeo and Juliet
Why in the hell am I working on history homework at 2:00AM Saturday morning?
An ache was on the top of his stomach, an apprehension that was like a sick...– John Steinbeck, East of Eden
I give up way too easily.